Burning Cells

like flesh in a slaughter house

I know we are pleasant cowshed

upset like a pig in his gore

swim fast and fuck your needs

you're not alone now

let it go!

wanna close your eyes

tired of this nauseating cream

but strobos flash your skin

and you know

you're done, trippin' down

you can transgress now

rebel against what?

no choice, one way

to get rid of the shit stored

need some vaseline?

to keep good all she promises

can't be slave to the image

display your illness

you became slave, stupid fucker!

how long will it last

all a story to live

one thousand of cells to hive, to burn

from now you can begin

light dissolving in my saliva

under the tongue fire

claustrophobia

your brain is suffering inside

exploding

he found his grave in your mind

try to get up fucker

you're sitting or you're already standing

tell me which's your aftershave

you are a floweret by this side

to whom someone broke the stalk